This is another wonderful guest post from my friend Maryann. She told me this story one Saturday and I asked her to please write it down for all of you since I loved it so much! It is the perfect post to participate in the Hershey’s Better Basket Blog Hop which is a wonderful program where bloggers can help raise $5,000 for Children’s Miracle Network. Children’s Miracle Network has helped to make so many of Carters surgeries and hospital stays so much better and easier for him. I am happy to be helping with this important campaign.

Maryann lives in Littleton, CO with her wonderful husband, their two fabulous (most of the time) teenagers and a large assortment of lovable pets. She is currently interviewing artists for her upcoming book. Her blog is www.artists.50interviews.com

When my little sister and brother and I were young children, my single mother struggled to make ends meet and we didn’t have a lot of extra money for luxuries like sweets. Her idea of a great dessert was a bowl of instant white rice with maple syrup poured over the top. Or sometimes, Mom would mix powdered sugar with milk and a drop of red food coloring and spread it onto graham crackers. But each spring, we looked forward to a very special sugary treat.

Our neighbor a few doors up the block was a traveling candy salesman. Each year after the Easter holiday was over, he would present my mother with a big bag of leftover foil-wrapped chocolate bunnies. Oh what joy! We knew it was time again for “DEAD RABBIT SUNDAES!”

My sister, brother and I would sit at the kitchen table with a pile of chocolate bunnies in front of us and we’d begin carefully peeling away the foil wrappers. The naked chocolate rabbits would be piled up into a large metal bowl. Mom prepared a make-shift double boiler of the metal mixing bowl propped over a saucepan of boiling water. She gently placed our painstakingly peeled rabbits into the bowl and we all stood watching wide-eyed as the rabbits slowly melted and grotesquely distorted. “They are dying!” my little sister would scream. Of course it wasn’t all bad because we knew what was to come! Mom used the spatula to swirl around the melted chocolate rabbit mixture until it was smooth and creamy. When it was melted to perfection we’d dish up our bowls of vanilla ice milk (the cheap ice cream-like product they sold back then) and Mom would pour on the warm, aromatic chocolate. Then it was time to dig in!

Almost forty years later, my siblings and I still fondly reminisce with Mom about our “Dead Rabbit Sundaes”. I don’t know if any other dessert could every measure up to that memory.